Friedrich Nietzsche - Beschwörung (1864)

O if it is true, that at night, while all who live there are resting, and when the moonbeams gently float down onto gravestones, O if it is true that then the graves open, the silent ones I call, I wait for Leila's sake; to me, my love, come here, come here! Appear, beloved shade, just as you appeared before the separation, as cold as a winter's day, as pale, distorted from the last pains of death. Float closer as a distant star, as a gentle sound, as a light breath, as a sight horrible to see, it's all the same to me: come here, come here! I call you, not in order, no! to charge someone with a crime, that took away my angel, nor to ascertain the mystery of death. nor in order to, because now and then doubt torments me... I want only painfully to say to you, that I love you truly, that I am ever yours, come here, come here!